I was running…i don't exactly remember from what…but thinking about it terrifies me…whatever that made me run like that…should be horrible…I wasn't one of those who get scared easily
I kept running.
For a second, I looked over my shoulder—
Nothing but darkness.
It felt like I was running from everything, and nothing at the same time.
And then—
I slammed into something solid and staggered back, hands instinctively flying to my face.
I blinked and looked up—
Tommy.
I stared at him, shocked.
"What are you doing here?"
"…What were you running from?"
…
Should I tell him the truth?
But something was wrong.
This time, his eyes…
They weren't kind.
No warmth.
No calm.
No soul.
Just—empty.
And his face—
expressionless.
Like something had taken over him.
Like he wasn't him anymore.
That scared me more than anything.
Feeling unsafe beside someone who, just moments ago, felt like the safest place in the world…
Sure, I didn't know him well.
But I thought I could trust him.
He acted like someone I could trust…
But now?
Now he looked like he didn't even have a heart.
I stared at him, speechless, as he repeated it.
"What were you running from?"
He started walking toward me, slowly.
Without realizing it, I stepped back, matching his pace.
God, I wished it could go on forever like that.
A loop.
Him walking toward me. Me walking away.
Forever.
So he'd never reach me.
So this moment would never happen.
But life doesn't really work like that… does it?
Step by step, he came closer.
And I backed away—
Until he started changing.
His eyes weren't green anymore.
They lost that soft, wide shape.
His hair lightened—almost blonde now.
He grew taller. His frame stronger, more defined.
Panic gripped me.
And if it weren't for my sheer will to stay conscious,
I probably would've passed out right there.
This wasn't Tommy anymore.
He had turned into a stranger.
And he kept walking.
"What were you running from?"
"Was it me?"
He smiled—
a terrifying, twisted smile.
I was scared.
Scared of him.
I kept backing away, until—
My foot caught on a dry branch.
I stumbled—
fell to the ground.
But before I could react—
He was on me.
Pinning me to the forest floor covered in dead leaves.
He had his hands on either side of me—
there was no way to escape.
And now—
he was right above me.
His pale blue eyes were terrifying.
Too pure. Too light.
I had blue eyes too—
but mine were dark.
His looked like a husky's under moonlight.
Almost white.
Almost… empty.
He stared into my eyes—
and I felt it.
That burning.
Like he wasn't looking at me—
He was burning right through me.
Straight through my soul.
He shouted—
"What were you running from, Ive?!"
"Are you scared of me?"
"Don't you know me?!"
His face softened…
Was I supposed to know this stranger?
Tears blurred my vision, but there was no way to fight back.
All I had left were my eyes—
So I used them.
I looked up at him, pleading.
Begging silently for a bit of mercy.
"Remember, Ive…"
Even he looked hopeless.
Even he looked—sad.
Tired.
"Who are you…?"
"What am I supposed to remember??"
"REMEMBER, IVE!"
He grabbed my shoulders—
started shaking me violently, yelling the same words over and over again.
But what was I supposed to remember?
The shaking got worse.
It felt like someone had grabbed my head and was slamming it against a wall.
Pain exploded in my skull—
ripping through every inch of my brain.
I couldn't take it.
I shut my eyes tight—
clenched my fists—
bit down hard to hold back the scream building inside me.
But it was too much.
Finally—
I screamed.
A long, broken scream.
From the pain.
From the fear.
From not knowing.
When I slowly opened my eyes again…
The world had changed.
A gray room.
Somewhere new.
But then—
my eyes landed on him.
The same boy.
The one with the brown hair.
He was curled up in the corner,
hands raised as if to shield himself—
his face hidden.
Why is this boy always so strange… and kind of adorable…?
Then—
it hit me.
The memory.
The nightmare.
Was it all a dream?
Did nothing happen?
Just… a nightmare?
"…Tom…"
His name slipped from my lips—soft and shaky.
I moved toward him carefully,
slowly,
like I might break if I moved too fast.
And then—
I leaned into him.
Gently.
His confused eyes met mine.
Searching.
Trying to understand.
And honestly?
So was I.
I think this wasn't the first time I felt this way…
A few seconds after I threw my arms tightly around him,
I felt his hands slowly reach up—
fingertips brushing through my hair.
Soft. Gentle.
And that was it—
I broke.
I sobbed.
His touch was careful—
like I might fall apart
if he held me too tight.
And in the middle of my tears—
I noticed something.
His scent.
It was subtle…
Sporty, fresh—
maybe lemony? Maybe like the ocean?
But in that moment…
it calmed me more than anything else ever could.
Why?
Because it was his.
And that scared me.
I think I'm getting attached to this boy…
But why? How?
I don't even know him.
I've never been the kind of girl who'd just… fall for someone.
Not like this. Not this fast.
But something about him…
Something is different.
But what is it?